Be my Valentine. I appreciate your unquenchable thirst and relentless hunger. I know you think you are failing, that what you do is never enough. I know you feel like you should be doing a much better job at all those things that are most important to you. The things we love most we can never serve enough, we want a perfection for them that’s unobtainable because nothing is perfect. Your imagination is just so good that reality always pales in comparison, with its endless variables and unpredictable circumstances foiling all your plans and refuting your best guesses. I understand that there’s not enough time. I know you want so much more and think you should be further along. You may fear it’s too late and you missed your chances for your dreams to come true. Are you in pain from desire? I know it hurts. This is a Valentine for you. Even though you don’t always love you, I do. I don’t judge you because sometimes the sunset just isn’t enough to make you feel lucky. Blame Love! Love is an armed masked thief. I want to remind you that Love causes all our problems, Love makes us care so much, Love makes us worry. Love is the main root from which you are sprung! All the turmoil comes from the immensity of the passion. There’s a lot of LOVE in the big mess and it’s the grand prize. The grand prize is a stab in the heart, that pang that rings through your life like an echo that’s become a ghost, haunting you. Love is that cruel hope that keeps you standing, just to get knocked down again. The grand prize is heartache. The pain of love is a badge, is a trophy, is a certificate stating you are alive and playing; you are alive and winning sometimes, and losing, and getting lost and finding. You have made a huge mess, a huge and beautiful mess, and I’m learning from you and I LOVE you. You Love, are an act of love and I love you and your love, heartbreaking heartbreaker, tearing me apart, this woe is what we win, and there’s what comes before… and after. This is the human experience. I think you’re amazing.